And indeed, it was a lovely weekend.

Got my fish tacos, and was a very happy camper.

Saw two movies - one my choice, one crankypants's choice.

Did some shopping.

Sat by the pool or on the beach, depending on our level of laziness.

Ate a lot, drank a lot, slept a lot.

Really, that's all. The weekend was full of banal yet weird exchanges like the following:

me: I think I need to cut my hair, there's just too damn much of it.
crankypants: No, long hair is a sign of fertility, we want to keep you looking fertile.

Even in retrospect, I have no idea where this came from.

Anyway, now I don't have to be at work 'til 10.

What more could one ask for?